📚 BLURB 📚
MERCY He taught me to kill. Murder is in my blood now. It runs through
my veins and though I hide the monster I see in the mirror with ink, it
doesn’t keep him from coming out. My street name is Mercy, but I never
show any. Except for her. I watch Becca, though she doesn’t know. She
saved me a long time ago; the day my father killed my mother. Her
bravery turned her into a target. My father holds a grudge and knife
with the same proficiency, and Becca is the focus of his hatred. And I’m
the only monster who can save her.

📖 About the Author 📖
There are a lot of eyes in Debra Anastasia's house in Maryland. First,
her own creepy peepers are there, staring at her computer screen. She's
made two more sets of eyes with her body, and the kids they belong to
are amazing. The poor husband is still looking at her after 17 years of
marriage. At least he likes to laugh. Then the freaking dogs are looking
at her—six eyeballs altogether, though the old dog is blind. And the
cat watches her too, mostly while knocking stuff off the counter and
doing that internal kitty laugh when Deb can't catch the items fast
enough.

In between taking care of everything those eyes
involve, Debra creates pretend people in her head and paints them on the
giant, beautiful canvas of your imagination. What an amazing job that
is. The stories hit her hard while driving the minivan or shaving her
legs, especially when there's no paper and pen around. Within all of the
lies she writes hides her heart, so thank you for letting it play in
your mind.